Scattered Across Familiar
Scattered Across Familiar
Pieces of April
Scattered across familiar
While the music died
Melodies of life, songs of seasons, lie at my feet. Collected over years before, and since, an April morning changed all I knew. Blurring time. Falling into the depths of alone. Stealing lyrics from memories...
Silence deafening
Conspiracy of heartbreak
In hymns left unsung
I pick them up, one by one. The melancholy arias of uncertain winters. All those concertos of autumn leaves. Sweet sonatas of heated summers. And finally... I hold one broken hearted lullaby once sung in the key of spring...
In composers' ink
Treble sentences written
Bleeding onto time
I remember the sorrow, still feel the grief. But where are the words... I no longer know them! How could I forget? And yet... when did I last sing the lullaby? When did I last need its comfort? I feel it slipping through my fingers to lie again at my feet, a melody of life, a song of my seasons, simply... a memory. And as I turn to walk away I realize that is all it ever needs to be...
And the music lives
Scattered across familiar
Pieces of April
© mdbadgerow 2009
Written for the FOS/AnyForm Goes challenge
Host; Jollynoblefrog (Ruby)
Phrase: Broken hearted lullaby
Form used: Haibun
By Myrna D.
© 2009 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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